When the sugarcane dances,
my mummy says
the wind is a wild thing.
I am a wild thing too, I say.
I go out in the yard to play
and hear my daddy singing
under the Zaboca tree.
My little sugarcane,
little sugarcane
dance in the wind for me.
So I toss my head
I sway my knees
I link up arms with my daddy’s trees
I do my sugarcane dance and sing
till the sky is rosy red.
Sugarcane, I can dance like you
when the wind is wild and the sky is blue
for my daddy says, my daddy says
that I am a wild thing too!
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About the author...
Summer Edward was born in Trinidad and Tobago and currently lives in Philadelphia, USA. A writer and poet, she is the founder and Managing Editor here at Anansesem Caribbean children's literature ezine.
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I love this poem. It evokes such a fun, carefree feeling.
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